Mag-log inAriaI’m stuck in a traffic jam from hell, it’s Friday evening and everyone’s driving back to New Jersey from New York and vice versa, and that gives me even more time to think. I’m going to turn eighteen at midnight tonight; less than six hours away.Derek is waiting for me to officially become an adult to take my virginity, I know that. I can’t blame him. Even if he trusts me, with his track record and previous arrests, he can’t risk someone else, my mom or Julio or even Faye, to snitch to the police about it.This means that there’s a very good chance I’m going to lose my virginity…tonight.Originally, I wanted to have a little get-together with all the girls from the cheerleading squad at my house. Order some pizza, watch rom-coms and get drunk—Derek says it’s okay to drink at home.But that was before I started making out with my stepfather and completely lost my line of thought. I am now more than happy that none of my plans had materialized. I can’t imagine having people over
Aria He sent me to the fucking Bronx.I was too light-headed from his touch when he scribbled down the address, but once I slam the door to my hot-red Mini Cooper and look up the address on my GPS app, my heart soars and drops at the same time.The fucking Bronx, dude? For real?This guy who’s been doing his locks better be the best in New York otherwise I don’t really see the point.Nevertheless, I drive all the way to NYC, cursing myself for agreeing to do this the whole way there. I spend the time thinking about what we’re about to do. Telling my mom about us. How is she going to take it? I come to the depressing conclusion I don’t know her well enough to have the slightest clue.I’m thinking back to my childhood, to even recent years, trying to pinpoint a touching moment, or just a time when I did something nice with her. Goddammit, I’m even searching my mind for one, single happy memory. But there’s none.I do remember the day she coaxed me into going to school sick with fever
AriaAfter a quick shower, I throw on some cut off jean shorts and a tight white t-shirt. I’m towel-drying my hair when I walk into Derek’s office downstairs.I’ve never cared much about his whereabouts before, on the contrary, I loved that he was out of the house and not here to distract me, but now I find myself thankful for the fact that he has the option to work from home.I just want to be near him even if we aren’t in the same room. He’s on the phone and doesn’t notice me right away, so I take advantage of the opportunity to watch him in his element. He’s such a fucking boss.He exudes power. His eyebrows knit in concentration and his expression is hard as he listens, seeming impatient, to whatever the person on the other end of the call has to say. He’s wearing a white, crisp dress shirt, unbuttoned, and smart black dress pants, his usual uniform.Whoever he is speaking to, he ain’t happy.“Do you want this in fucking sign language? I said I need it.”There’s a beat of silence
AriaI wake up to fingers playing between my legs. My eyes haven’t even opened yet, unlike my legs. I spread them wider and feel and hear myself growing wetter and hotter, soft moans escaping my mouth as Derek lightly traces invisible patterns up and down my slit. He is lying right in front of me, his forest-green eyes locking on mine the minute I look at him. He doesn’t give me enough pressure to get off; just enough to tease me.“Mmm, more,” I groggily beg while stretching my arms out above my head.“Are you telling me what to do, Little Dolly?” His tone is teasing and light with just a hint of warning.Not what I’m used to from this mercurial step-dad of mine. Feeling frisky, I decide to play along.“Of course not, daddy. I wouldn’t want a spanking.” I pull my lower lip between my teeth and bat my eyelashes like the innocent lamb that I’m not.I’m attempting to be silly, but his eyes darken with lust. I’m not the only fucked-up one. He likes it, too. Is that the only reason we bot
Aria “Fuck, I had to restrain myself just not to touch you. I really fucking did, but it’s happening tomorrow night, and I don’t have more willpower in me to resist this. Your showing up at Hot N’ Bothered changed everything, faster than I’d hoped for it to happen. And now…” There’s a flicker in his eyes and he no longer looks remorseful or contemplative, just plain evil. Sexy evil. “Now, it’s too late for you, Dolly. You’re Mine. "To the bedroom. My bedroom,” he instructs.I gingerly take steps toward the master bedroom, all too aware that inside, there are sheets and candles and throw pillows picked out by my mother. Even though she’s not allowed in here, she always makes sure every room in her house has her touch.Derek stalks me down the hallway, his body pressed to mine. He seems to sense what I’m thinking about, because he whispers in my ear.“She sleeps in the guest room and you fucking know that. There was never any way I’d touch your mother. Not when all I could think abou
AriaMy first instinct is to hang my head and avoid eye contact for my walk of shame back through the club. I’m sure everyone thinks we either fucked, that I’m looking for a job, or both.All eyes are on us. But then I realize that I’m not being judged for hooking up with the boss. I’m being envied. I guarantee every single one of these strippers would give their left tit for one night with Derek. One of the servers purposely shoulder checks me without Derek noticing and the girls giving dances send me scathing looks that put Regina George to shame.Fuck that. I hold my head high and strut out of that bitch like I own the place.As soon as we are back inside the Batmobile though, the silence hangs between us and my false bravado wanes. I don’t feel bad about what I just did. My pride is hurt that he got the upper hand. Again. How does he always do that?He should want me so badly that he can’t resist me, right? So why does it feel like I’m always the one practically panting for more
AliceLicking up her sweet cream, I dip my tongue inside her cunt before sliding it up to her clit. I lash my tongue across her nub as he grips my hips and pulls me back, pressing his hard cock against my pussy. I don’t want to talk; I just want sex. I want a quick, dirty fuck that leaves me satisf
AliceThe music pounds through me, syncing with the thumping of my heart. My head drops back, my blonde hair loose around my shoulders as I sway in time to the beat. I close my black-lined eyes, parting my red lips on a breath.Hands find my hips and pull me back against a hot body as someone start
Kylie A Year Later… It’s getting harder and harder to move around, and I need to pee constantly. My belly is so big, I look like I’m ready to pop, yet I have five more weeks until my due date. Sitting down, I sigh and rub my hand across it, smiling in happiness as I feel a kick from our little
Kylie He drives through the night, heading out of the city with his hand on mine, the huge ring sparkling even now. He leans over and kisses my cheek as we race through the hills and into a locked, gated neighbourhood. He slows down then, crawling through it, passing bigger and bigger private hous







